Eliott and I went our separate ways after exiting his door. Before opening the door to my apartment, I turned back to see him entering the elevator. He gave me a small wave, which I returned, before opening the door and stepping inside. I could smell the barbecue chicken cooking in the oven and heard sizzling coming from that direction as well.
Just like the rest of my life, I followed my nose. Once inside the kitchen I was able to see that the sizzling was coming from a frying pan that looked to have had cut fries in it. “Oooo, yummy!” I said, rubbing my hand over my empty stomach. In fact, from all the guilt and caffeine it was starting to get a little upset. Some food would definitely do it some good.
“How was the sun?” He asked, looking over his shoulder at me. “I know how much you
